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Our isolated units could be brought To act together for some common end? For one by one, each silent with his thought, I marked a long loose line approach and wend Athwart the great cathedral's cloistered square, And slowly vanish from the moonlit air.
Then I would follow in among the last: And in the porch a shrouded figure stood, Who challenged each one pausing ere he passed, With deep eyes burning through a blank white hood: Whence come you in the world of life and light To this our City of Tremendous Night? --